(King Thorne’s POV)
The tension in the council chamber was thick enough to choke on. My sister, Seraphina, was a rigid statue of tension beside me, her hooded face turned toward the newcomers. I could feel the turmoil radiating from her, a chaotic mess of emotions that was entirely unlike her usual calm, controlled demeanor. Her Lycan, Iseult, was a storm behind her eyes. My gaze fell on the Gamma. He was tall, stood with a quiet confidence that belied his rank, and his eyes… they were the same shade of green as my sister’s. As our mother’s.
Cormac’s report echoed in my mind. A Royal aura. It was impossible. Insane. And yet, looking at him now, I felt it. A faint echo of the same power that thrummed through my own veins. It was untrained, raw, but it was there. This had to be handled w
